Posts Tagged ‘help!’

a moment of silence

December 20, 2014

my 1999 chrysler cirrus has been declared a total loss by the insurance company. i, along with the help of C, cleaned it out this morning.

*one yellow snow brush
*one EZ pass
*one tape cassette transformer thing which i used to connect my iphone to the sound system
*one bluetooth speaker and charger
*one phone charger
*one unused jug of ice melt
*one 3/4 used jug of windshield washer fluid
*one pile of printed out directions of places i’ve been
*one maroon pouch of important car related documents, receipts, etc.
*one plastic box of extra apartment keys (that we located “homeland” style using the camera on C’s phone because i couldn’t quite remember the exact location of it).
*seven maps (courtesy of my mom)
*one set of jumper cables
*one pound of dust coating the car

that’s it. that’s all that was in and on my car. (that’s really it? that’s all?) oh and 63K miles of memories.

podiatry

December 5, 2014

sister J sent this picture:

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along with this note: “I have learned your lesson that feet should not come into contact with immovable objects.”

i TRIED to complain and moan and sob about the pain of this lesson, but she went and had to educate herself. hopefully santa will bring her snazzy socks in addition to my cane, which i’ll let her borrow.

readers: may you learn from these two mumfords…and bubble wrap your feet on a daily basis.

scrambled

October 23, 2014

the heavy cloud coverage kept my room dark and too many nights in a row of too little sleep kept me in bed too long this morning. after waking up from falling accidentally back to sleep post alarm, i hustled through my morning routine. i was interrupted by a text from my boss who is not in the country. it was a semi-frantic text, which matched my own semi-panicked morning.

him: My phone isn’t working internationally. Could to talk to it asap.

me: Talk or text?

him: No cell service at all. I’m on wifi at the moment…

he continued on with details as i pondered why he wanted me to call his phone but kept giving me details about how it wasn’t working and what he’d tried to do so far. it wasn’t until i was in the middle of drying my hair that i realized he meant IT the department not it the phone. he wanted me to talk to the help desk on his behalf, not call him. everything made sense now. i quickly texted him i officially understood the problem despite my original question sounding like i knew what was going on…side note: i’m so lucky to have a boss who laughs at my moments of stupidity instead of docks me for them.

now that my brain was no longer scrambled, it was time for eggs and emailing the help desk. then, when i could avoid it for no longer, i walked to work in the pouring rain with a broken umbrella. maybe the IT department will take pity on my soaked clothes and prioritize helping my boss with his international crisis.

weekdays

October 21, 2014

tuesdays that are mondays and mondays that are tuesdays and trying to get all the work done in every direction. filling in the gaps during a coworker’s absence makes every day feel strange. what day of the week is it? does it matter? as long as the work gets done.

“S’MORES!” came the call down the hallway. i love s’mores as consistently and deeply as i hate pineapple. “Outside!” they said and i joined the parade of my coworkers from surrounding offices. a mini fire pit on the new patio plus two coworkers with proper tastebuds and generous hearts multiplied by one coworker who’s never had a s’more divided by all those of us who have equals smokey memories old and new.

some marshmallows were golden. most were charred. just like every monday. or was it tuesday?

over-caffeinated

October 17, 2014

my soft voice + my inability to enunciate (read: i mumble) (yes, still) are getting me into trouble. case in point: yesterday, i ordered a grande iced americano. what came out was a grande iced americano with 4 shots of espresso. 4 SHOTS OF ESPRESSO. that’s terrifying. and unnecessary.

warning: may cause earthquakes in your fingertips.

warning: insomnia. and so, the lack of sleep last night means i need all the coffee today. vicious cycle.

deep thoughts from twitter:

“when you say yes to others, make sure you are not saying no to yourself.” @mepicwomen

“i never have so much pure, white hot rage than i do when my alarm goes off.” @margotwood

“there’s a chance i may love pizza more than people.” @rachaelenglish

“to all the people who think books for teen girls are, by definition, lesser: a teen girl just won the nobel freaking peace prize.” @officiallyally

“just learned a glorious german word. Kummerspeck: weight gain from emotional overeating. literal translation is grief bacon. GRIEF BACON.” @meganmccafferty

“i either need more hours or more me’s.” @veschwab